Page 10 of Daddy Crush (Silver Fox Daddy)

Sitting beside me, she appeared to be frozen in a limbo where everything was possible, if I was only courageous enough to try. “Okay, then,” she said. “I dare you to spank me.”

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CLOVER

Please, please touch me. Make the burning ache go away. I know you can.

I chanted the words in my mind. They were stuck there like a song I couldn’t get rid of. He was in my head, but was I in his?

My eyes were fixed on my pretty heel, which bounced incessantly at the end of my calf, giving away my nerves, and I didn’t miss Duke’s obvious examination and approval as he stared at my black-stockinged leg.

Jackpot.

Things were different now. Whereas before, his home seemed a shelter away from the storm that swirled behind me back in Porterville; the air was now knife-edged and dangerous.

I didn’t have the slightest idea how to seduce a man, so I bit my lip, trying to ignore the incessant wet throbbing between my legs while waiting for my father’s best friend to spank me.

God, what was he waiting for?The ache in my pussy was overwhelming now, as if it had a life of its own and was on the prowl. My clit thrummed in anticipation.

At the moment, he riveted his gaze on my face, and my heart leapt.

If we actually went through with this, it would be my first spanking, ever. Getting with Duke was like going from peewee to major League, and suddenly, the smoldering flame I saw in his eyes startled me.

Could I really handle this?Letting a man twice my age get kinky with me? I freaked myself out sitting there and grabbed for my mug of tea, swallowing too much and hacking through a super sexy coughing fit.

When it subsided, I snuck a glance at him.

Slowly, he arched a single brow at me. “Second thoughts?” he asked, and that one slight gesture of his made something silky, warm, and sensuous snake through my body.

“Never done this before.” I rubbed my hands on my thighs, avoiding his eyes. “Not sure if I’m ready.”

He was such a beautiful man, emanating a raw and primal strength even sitting there still on the couch. His intelligence and self-certainty were superior to any I’d ever encountered, and it at once put me at ease and unnerved me so my insides were like a soda can someone had shaken up.

“There’s no such thing as being completely ready,” he said, his fingers traveling down my arm to pick up my hand. “You’ll never feel you’ve got everything figured out, Clover. But when you get to the place where you feel a little more excited than afraid, that’s when you bet the farm.”

In a moment of bravery, I clutched his arm. “Do I excite you?”

His fingers tightly gripped my wrist where I held on to him. “Immeasurably so,” he replied.

As he spoke, I felt a strange lurch of my heart.

Duke continued. “I know something that might put you at ease. Something so you know, even if I’m spanking you, there is a select word you say if it becomes too intense, painful, or is overstepping your sexual boundaries. You have control and the power to make me stop.”

My stomach muscles fluttered as I pondered his words. I was so outside my comfort zone, but his gentle confidence steadied me. “What kind of word?”

“You always have the right to stop whatever we’re doing to each other for any reason. Whatever word you pick, it’s like an immediate eject button from sex, and you don’t have to explain why.”

It came to me suddenly, the perfect word. “I got it.” Nerves rippled down low in my stomach as I spoke the words. “Cattle prod.”

He laughed, as if delighted with me. “Perfect. Like you.”

My heart pounded in my chest, and heat flushed my cheeks when he came to stand in front of me. His fingers seized my shoulders and held me in place, his gaze more intense than anything I’d ever won from a man, and I realized he was the most reassuring person I’d ever been around. It was his easy composure, and the impression he gave—he knew exactly who he was, and he wasn’t trying to impress anyone by being anything different.

Duke pulled me to standing, my face now close enough to his for a kiss. His breath was hot and heavy against my forehead, and his lips grazed my ear, his hands pulling me to him, as if claiming me. He whispered in my ear, “You’re so pretty, Clover. Thank you for dressing up for me tonight.”

I felt the strength of his arousal against my belly, the heat of our bodies scorching the air between us, the masculine scent of him filling my nostrils and turning me into pure animal. I wanted to down him like a cinnamon roll, but instead, melted into his chest.

“So, I do get you excited,” I said, and the room became a blur of colors, spinning and whirling around me in a vortex, sweeping me up and away from the world I’d known, landing me on planet Duke, where the only color I could see was him. As he breathed against my neck, his tongue flicked out to explore my skin. His teeth raked across my flesh as he nibbled and tasted me, and I gasped at the thrill.

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